The Ephemora



of course it all disappears
goes away dissolving back into
our solvent destiny the same as stars
all we ever said, or thought or did
our dreams, words, the way we seemed
to touch, our bodies fading back into tears
only a passing shadow in a mirror of a moment
we once came to this place to dice with chance
in a mirror for a moment only
I held you up like a black flower~ burning softly in a midnight sun
waiting for eternity to change
we wished upon a pale sky again to fly we never knew but this
it alway is, it never does, of course
we came to play the things we know
just as the moment nears
it all disappears...



Poetry by fyodr
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Written on 2007-09-02 at 23:45

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